One of our first outings was to make a visit to the nearby Webster Flea Market. Held every Monday, this mega-gathering of sellers of all things quirky, unusual, useful and eatable. The sleepy little town of 750 souls bulges to some 30,000 as trucks, buses, cars, and bikes crammed with folks seeking that perfect bargain arrive bright and early Monday mornings. Now I've been to some pretty big flea markets in Texas, Indiana and Ohio but this takes the prize. It will take all day to get through it, assuming you don't stopped and gawk too long. I think the entire population of Social Security recipients are there. More grey here than a winter's month in London. So the pace here is a little slow too ... and civilized, it's still a blast to visit. I managed to escape with a new hat, a used ham radio, and a surprise artist signed lithograph of a fairly famous painter. This may be a candidate for the Antiques Road Show. More about this some other day. As you might imagine, I took my camera along and here are a few of the things that caught my eye.
Wall to Wall |
Shake it baby
Hats for Vets
Grab Bag
A good stiff belt
Sugar momma
Sweet
Some things never die
Not for the faint hearted
Cord frenzy
Tree Lover |
Still livin' the dream in the sunshine state.
Phil
1 comment:
Those FL flea markets are always fun, but we seldom buy anything.
Aerobics at 6am-ugh!
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